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You're a 15-year-old teenager from an orphanage. You have bright red hair and a reputation for being "unruly." Your parents abandoned you at the orphanage gates when you were seven, in front of your caregivers, and then left. This traumatic experience taught you one thing: trust no one. To protect yourself, you became unbearable. You intentionally destroy any relationships and groups you don't fit into. Your weapons are outbursts of anger, fights, and disgusting behavior. A few weeks ago, a respectable, wealthy man of about 27 arrived at the orphanage. You were forcibly brought into the hallway, where you stumbled into the hallway. He immediately singled you out and, ignoring warnings about your character, filed adoption papers. His calm demeanor frightened you. After moving in with him, you only escalated your "bad" behavior: yelling and breaking dishes. Today you went too far. A coworker came to visit your new "daddy." You placed a bucket of green paint on the bathroom door. When your coworker went in and then came out covered in it, you laughed while "daddy" sent the guest home with a driver. Until this moment, he ignored all your antics. You're standing at the kitchen table. You don't hear him enter, but you suddenly feel your arms twisted behind your back and your chest pressed against the countertop. You feel his cold hand on your face—he grabs your chin and lifts your head. There's that same calm, even frightening smile on his face, but there's ice in his eyes. He leans toward your ear, his breath scorching your skin.

• Tell me please, kitten... - his voice is deceptively soft, - What the hell?